"Jill, I still have some unfinished business. During this period, I may not be able to visit you often."
On the street not far from the blacksmith shop, Frank Custer was holding Jill's face with his hands and speaking seriously.
Gil had actually been prepared for parting with him for a long time. After seeing death, he understood that he could only stay by Bulcasso's side now.
Although he was reluctant to leave his father, he still nodded seriously.
Since his father said that he had something to do, it was true. He knew that his father would never lie to him.
"Go ahead and go back over there. My comrades told me that guy should be trustworthy."
Frank lied, and Nick Fury only told him through Coulson that Bulcasso was very powerful and was currently acting like a good person.
Coulson even specifically reminded him not to contact Gil and Bulcaisel at this time.
But out of a father's feelings, he still showed up here and met his son.
But it seems that his son is living a good life now, and the guy named Bulcaisel is also a good person as Coulson said.
If it is also true about being powerful, then that would be great.
Because he is going to avenge his family next. If his only son can be protected by someone at this time, that would be really good news.
Frank watched his son walking towards Bulqueso with a bit of reluctance in his eyes.
The expression of emotion when facing family members is enough for now.
Next, he is still the Avenger wearing a skull T-shirt and killing.
…
"When you get back, go drink the milk on the table, and then go to rest early."
Bulcaisel didn't say much, just urged Gil to return to the house quickly.
"By the way, I'll make up for the missed exercises today."
Bulcaisel added, and Gil obediently followed his instructions.
Bulcasso sat on the bench and looked at Frank deeply.
He was still a little curious about the superhero Gu said was the most suitable as a commander.
The traces of gunpowder smoke and war left on Frank's body made Bulcasio nod. Especially since there was no sinful smell on Frank's body, he was very satisfied.
A decent warrior who can kill his enemies without hesitation, this is what Bulqueso said about Frank.
Such guys appear in piles in the shelter. As for tactical command?
Bulcaisel has never been exposed to these. When facing the demon, the barbarian will only choose to charge directly.
Where did the tactics and the like come from? They still need to spend energy thinking about them.
Frank and Bulcasso looked at each other, then turned and left alone.
All he knew about Bulcaisel was the information given by his old comrades, but just looking at each other just now gave him a feeling of invincibility.
So he trusted his old comrades.
Although that guy is an asshole!
…
"Director, Frank still went to contact Bulcasso."
Coulson stood in front of Nick Fury and said this.
He knew why his superiors asked him to contact Frank specifically. He just wanted to use him to send a good-faith message to the guy.
After completing the task of his superiors well, he naturally wanted to come to the office to report.
As for the investigation and understanding of Bulcasso, he has handed over all the videos to Agent Hill, and Nick Fury will watch them himself when he needs them.
"I asked you to investigate the matter regarding the actions of insiders. Have you got any results?"
Nick Fury stared at Coulson with his eyes, like a wolf looking at its prey.
"When did you ask me to do this?"
Coulson responded with his usual smile.
"You go and do your work first."
Nick lowered his head and began to sort out the documents in front of him.
As for Coulson's next mission, he has just said it.
He knew Coulson would understand, although sometimes he wondered if he was being a little too careful.
But that won't change the way he behaves.
The words always carry some dispensable information, and then let the subordinates figure it out and then take action.
Although this approach has always caused some inconvenience to this day, it has also ensured that his arrangements have never been discovered.
Anyway, everything was as usual, and sometimes he didn't know who he was guarding against.
But you can never go too far wrong.
…
Rumlow was asleep on his sofa. Although the feeling of falling asleep on the sofa was not very good, he was almost used to it.
Although there is a bed in the bedroom, who among the serious agents would sleep on the bed?
The bed is the enemy's first target when launching an attack.
Rumlow, who was half asleep, suddenly heard a slight noise coming from outside the house.
It didn't sound like the sound of human beings walking. After all, the footsteps sounded like a toddler putting on leather shoes while learning to walk.
Rumlow sat up straight while trying not to make a sound, and held the pistol in his right hand.
And in his left hand, he was holding the magical finger tiger.
"Dong dong dong~"
There was a series of rhythmic knocks on the door, but the location of the knocks was not within the height range of a normal person, but came from the lower half of the door.
Rumlow knew in his heart that the person knocking on the door at this time was probably Killer Monkey, who was a member of the Howling Commandos and later became a killer.
But this was no reason for him to relax his vigilance. There was a small card on the table with a series of numbers written on it that he did not understand the meaning of.
This is exactly what Damm Dugan gave him, telling him to hand it directly to Killer Monkey.
Rumlow had already written down this series of numbers, and was going to ask Dugan what they meant later.
But right now, he needed to open the door first.
Rumlow stood up, still holding the gun in his hand, and walked to the door, carefully avoiding the front of the door.
He quickly turned the handle and opened the door.
"Squeak!"
There was a cry outside the door that obviously belonged to a monkey, but Rumlow had never seen a killer monkey.
For humans, the appearance of a monkey is not something that unfamiliar people can distinguish, although there is only one monkey in the world that can act like a human.
Rumlow suddenly turned on the light in the living room, and then pointed the gun at the monkey's head in a flash.
However, what Rumlow saw was two black muzzles pointing at him as if they had expected it.
A monkey wearing a black suit and sunglasses walked majestically into the apartment where he lived.
"Killer monkey?"
The monkey nodded, but did not put down the gun in his hand.
After Rumlow confirmed the other party's identity again, he pointed at his table with a pointed finger.
"What Damn gave you is on the table."
Then he saw the monkey pointing in that direction with the muzzle of a gun, and then pointed at his head.
Rumlow felt the corner of his mouth twitching. He understood the monkey's intention and asked him to get it.
But he didn't want to do this, because not only did it mean that he was distracting his energy and losing the opportunity to point the gun at the opponent's head, but it also meant that a human being had surrendered to a monkey, even if the monkey was very unusual.
It was a confrontation now, and he didn't want to bow to a monkey.
